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kyokovilliers · 2 years

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𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉

𝓣𝓮𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮

Starting today I will be receiving matchup requests for Twisted Wonderland and Kuroshitsuji and Twisted Wonderland dorm assignment, ordered separately.

ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ

→ Please be patient, answering requests takes time.

→ Be nice, I'd rather not have rude requests in my askbox and they will be removed.

→ Really, please pay attention to what I need from you for the matchup and dorm assignment.

→ I will write in English, Spanish and French as requested (please specify). I am still learning English and French.

→ The fandoms I write matchups for are Twisted Wonderland and Kuroshitsuji and the dorm assignment only for TWST.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

The assignment can be platonic or romantic. You must specify if you want both matchups or just one of them.

Specify for which fandom you want the matchup.

Write your pronouns and if you prefer a male or female character (if you don't have a preference you can not write it).

If you want to receive someone from the staff (TWST) you must: be of legal age and specify that you prefer a staff member.

For Kuroshitsuji requests you must put if you are minor or adult to know who to pair up with.

Personality traits (if you want to add your zodiac sign and/or MBTI it would help me a lot).

Your love language (what you usually give and what you prefer to receive)

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 (𝚗𝚘t required)

Your physical appearance and how you present yourself (first impression, your style, if you follow any aesthetics, etc).

Specify if there are any characters that you dislike or would prefer not to get.

Hobbies and interests.

Things you like and dislike.

What kind of people do you feel comfortable with?

𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓

Based on your personality, you are assigned a Night Raven College dorm. I can assign a bedroom to an OC of yours if you wish, but you must still meet the requirements.

Write your pronouns.

Specify as much as possible about your personality.

Mention if there is any aesthetic that attracts you or one that you dislike.

You are free to put other details such as sexual orientation, physical appearance, a hobby or something you are good at, although it's not mandatory.

Write if there is a dorm you don't want to be in.

The more complete the information, the better the dorm assignment you will receive.

𝓣𝓮𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮

A partir de hoy voy a estar recibiendo pedidos de matchup para Twisted Wonderland y Kuroshitsuji y asignación de dormitorio de Twisted Wonderland, se piden por separado.

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→ Por favor, sé paciente, puede que contestar las solicitudes me tome tiempo.

→ Sé amable, preferiría no tener peticiones groseras en mi askbox y serán eliminadas.

→ De verdad, por favor pon atención a lo que necesito de ti para el matchup y la asignación de dormitorio.

→ Escribiré en inglés, español y francés según se me solicite (especificar por favor). Aún estoy mejorando mi inglés y francés.

→ Los fandoms para los que escribo los matchups son Twisted Wonderland y Kuroshitsuji y la asignación solo de TWST.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 (𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘)

La asignación puede ser platónica o romántica. Debes especificar si quieres ambos matchups o solo uno de ellos.

Escribir tus pronombres y si prefieres un personaje hombre o mujer (si no tienes preferencia, puedes no escribirlo).

Especificar para que fandom desea el matchup.

Si deseas recibir a alguien del staff (TWST) debes ser mayor de edad y especificar que prefieres a alguien del staff. Para Kuroshitsuji debes poner si eres mayor o menor de edad para saber con quién emparejarte.

Rasgos de tu personalidad (si deseas agregar signo zodiacal y/o MBTI ayudaría bastante).

Tu lenguaje de amor (lo que sueles dar y lo que prefieres recibir)

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 (𝚗𝚘𝚝 obligatorio)

Especifica si hay algún personaje que te desagrada o preferirías no obtener.

Tu aspecto físico y cómo te presentas a ti mismo (primera impresión, tu estilo, si sigues alguna estética, etc).

Hobbies e intereses.

Cosas que te gustan y disgustan.

Con que tipo de personas te sientes cómodo.

𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓

De acuerdo con tu personalidad, se te designa un dormitorio de Night Raven College. Puedo asignar un dormitorio a un OC tuyo si lo deseas pero debes de igual forma cumplir con los requisitos.

Escribe tus pronombres.

Especificar lo más posible de su personalidad.

Mencionar si hay alguna estética que te atraiga o alguna que te desagrade.

Son libres de poner otros detalles como orientación sexual, aspecto físico, algún hobbie o algo en lo que eres bueno, aunque no es obligatorio.

Escribe si hay algún dormitorio en el que no quieres estar por nada del mundo.

Mientras más completa la información, mejor será la asignación que recibas.

Eso es todo. Gracias por revisar mi cuenta y espero nos llevemos bien💖

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland matchup #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #matchup #twisted wonderland latino #twisted wonderland español #ツイステッドワンダーランド #kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji matchup #black butler matchup

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horta-in-charge · 2 years

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Content Warning: Contains 18+ content MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, spoilers for DS9 S7 E6 Treachery, Faith, and the Great River, explains how Weyoun 6 is alive in the other parts of this series, I used episode dialogue and it does not belong to me please don’t sue me, my OC is very uncomfortable, out of body experience, sensory weirdness, references to religion and religious figures, my OC is an atheist which in this case just means she doesn’t subscribe to any religion but unfortunately knows immortals are real, if you read Broken Covenant you know she can’t go to any location moving at warp without help, forced choice scenario but it’s not sexual, Greek Mythology, telepathic communication.

Author’s Note: I listed everything I could think of, please let me know if I missed anything. One (1) Librarians reference this time though! However it’s also in regular lexicon so it shouldn’t make too much of a difference. Telepathic communication is in ‘’ and italicized. Regular italics are just normal thoughts. Thanking @deepspacedukat for dealing with my askbox shenanigans, advice, and this pretty gif and @heavensamralime for their help on Discord. Love you Bug!!!

Rainbow Rider

In Appalachia, an old couple sat on the floor in a darkened room, a table between them as they shook a cup of bones. When the bones fell from the cup, the reading was unmistakable.

In New Orleans, a vampire saw songbirds’ wings beat out patterns while they cut across the dusky sky.

In Rome, an octo-centenarian set of tarot cards refused to give any other readings, even after the owner had cut and stacked the deck.

In the White City, Shangri-La, monks read their tea leaves and sat silent.

In Machu Picchu, the wefts of ancient looms wove new lines without aid.

On DS9, she scratched her ankle using her booted foot, and almost cursed that her holosuite reservation was tomorrow on her day off, because she needed a good swim. The ravens behind her ears were unmoving as usual and the adder on her arm was still. The paperwork, however, seemed to multiply while she blinked, not that there was any real paper at all. Just files… and reports… and requisitions… and charts. If only she wasn’t so itchy!

Nothing particularly exciting was going on. Unless she counted Odo’s trip to pick up an old source, but that wasn’t actually doing anything to take her mind off of the incessant need to scratch her ankle. It hadn’t been this bad since she’d been stationed on Starbase 375 during the war when she’d served as a trauma surgeon in its hospital wing. Holodeck time was precious and while she did get more than the average staff did, it still wasn’t enough to prevent her from feeling itchy, and even worse, occasionally sick.

Since nothing topical would work, she pursued her duties head on as an attempt to distract herself. She reached for her glass of sea salt water and took an undignified swig while reviewing swing shift’s physical records. For the most part, everyone seemed in good shape. A few people were low on iron, one on calcium, and someone else needed their potassium dosage lowered within the next week. She made a note and sent all of this to Drs. Jurati and Bashir as they would be more likely to see any of these patients than she was. Hardly anyone came into sickbay at this hour unless something was horribly wrong or Julian wanted to work on an experiment- and that was assuming he’d left after his shift ended. Her Bajoran nurses, although to be fair there weren’t any Starfleet nurses on the station, were attending weekly services and would clock in about an hour from now.

There wasn’t any obvious foreshadowing. Just a natural sense kicking in that someone was there. It wasn’t just any someone- it was Iris. She turned in her swivel chair to face the lesser goddess, though only lesser because she wasn’t one of the main twelve, she was still a goddess in all things. She stood to receive her.

‘I have come with a message, little one.’ While it was slightly irksome to be called little, in this case, it was not insulting whatsoever. She was little in all ways except height.

‘Who has sent you?’ Maybe questioning a goddess wasn’t exactly the best idea, but it’s not like she came with an address stamped onto her forehead. Beware of strange mail, as they say.

‘Eunomia and Eirene send this message,’ Two of the Horai - Good Order and Peace- but no justice. ‘Do you accept it?’

‘Yes.’ Without warning, the goddess grasped her shoulder, and she split in half. Or perhaps three-quarters. It was strange, being in two places at once. The visibility of her in one place, but the physicality in another. She looked down at herself and saw nothing, but felt everything. Every sense accounted for her surroundings. She was on the Rio Grande. A Weyoun was on the monitor speaking absolute lies, or at least to her they were.

“-Please have a safe and pleasant journey back to Deep Space Nine.” Odo was cradling another one of Weyoun’s clones in his arms. This one was grievously ill. She moved and caught his hand, holding it as she felt his body suffering from whatever poison he had taken.

“They say voluntary termination is quick and painless, I’m afraid it's not true.” While he spoke, she manipulated the water in his body to hydrolyze the leftover poison into non-lethal compounds. Every single molecule of him vibrated on a frequency she knew and yet didn’t, but that mattered little because she could map it better than any tricorder ever could.

“I’ll get you a pain suppressor-” Odo was speaking now, as she tried to undo some of the damage the poison had caused, she felt almost like she had endless energy, no doubt given to her by Iris, who she could still feel holding onto her shoulder.

“That won’t be necessary, but there is one thing you can do for me.” Weyoun’s body was still in critical condition as many of its systems were damaged. Fortunately, the extra energy was helping her heal him faster, but she could only do so much with what little spare water he had in his tissues.

“What’s that?

“Give me your blessing.”

“I can’t.” Good job Odo! At least you’re keeping him alive enough to beg you for it.

“Please, Odo. Tell me I haven’t failed. That I’ve served you well.” Well I’m certainly going to fail if he dies, keep him talking Odo!

“You have. And for that you have my gratitude…” Almost there you Vortan son of a bitch! Stay with me here- you foppish, pointy eared diplomat! “... and my blessing.” Weyoun went limp almost instantly from his catharsis, and Odo held him, not knowing what to do. Fortunately, Weyoun had passed out, which was great for her because now she wasn’t using as much of his own stored energy to help heal him by fighting his own biology. She only needed her own.

When the water levels in his body were as used up as they could be to heal him safely, she let go. Let’s hope he makes it back to the station. Odo did go to all this trouble to try and help him, unwittingly, but at least he did decide to bring him along. Not to mention the Horai. She was pulled back into her own body, and once she settled, Iris let go of her. The goddess disappeared in a flash of rainbow.

She grabbed her water glass and drained it in one large gulp, then crossed the room to the replicator and ordered herself a bag of saline. The glow as it materialized was pretty. She took it out and then put the glass in and watched it disappear at the touch of a button. She pulled a metal straw out of her pocket dimension and stuck it into the bag like a juice box and drank ravenously. It too disappeared into the replicator, and the metal straw back into her pocket once she’d forced every last drop of saline into her body.

When the nurses came, she was doing paperwork.

When Weyoun came, she was fast asleep in her own bed.

When her shift came, he was in his new quarters resting.

On Earth, the readings went back to normal.

#weyoun 6 #constable odo #odo #weyoun #star trek deep space 9 #star trek deep space nine #in office #ex terra sirena

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lordofthestrix · 1 year

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April hadn't been paying attention to where she was going. Head down, buried in the book that she was reading. When in reality her eyes should have been watching the world around her. Who roams the streets and doesn't pay attention to their surroundings. A small grunt escaping her lips as she walked face first into the person in front of her. Book falling to the floor, hands reaching out for his suit jacket to steady herself. "Sorry-- I wasn't.. . Are you alright?" She practically squeaked, cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

Tristan receiving a surprise visit to his askbox immediately after casually mentioning he is hungry. (Apparently this century is awfully accommodating to vampires) The silhouette tackled her way into his day with reckless abandon and the introducing murmur of a small tome reaching the ground. The hold of his hand didn't hesitate to claim her waist and back in effortless gallantly. Contrasting the alarmed efforts of her own hands reaching for his suit and steering the stumbling shape that came to light, guiding her into balance. She could have emerged out of the pages of whatever book caused her collision. The rosy cheeks over such trivial affair would have no doubt received the blessing of Jane Austen and they invitingly beckoned someone of his appetite to explore the curvature of her neck. The inflection of her voice, nervous and sentimental matched her eyes. As blue as his own but entirely different. Betraying telltale signs of loneliness, tragedy and untamed emotion that would have aligned better with Poe. "I certainly hope so. Codes of chivalry would have made a poor knight out of me if I wasn't prepared for a damsel at the risk of falling at my feet." He reassured her with a subtle shade of teasing candor. "Ravening dragons and malicious bandits represent trite menaces. I appreciate the novel approach of creating your own peril." Slowly, he reaffirmed her stability, as if subtly letting her know of is existence, before withdrawing enough to claim the fallen prize. "Are you alright? And what kind of mesmerizing text are we rescuing you from today, Miss...?"

@unsettledspirits

#unsettledspirits

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thedetectiveofinaba · 3 years

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@trickstersshadow asked: 📜 (Incorrect quote generator for Raven and P5 AU!Naoto, pls?)

Send in 📜 for one (1) incorrect quote

P5 AU!Naoto & Joker's Heart!Akira

Raven: I prevented a murder today.

Naoto: Really? How’d you do that?

Raven: self control.

#queue line #queue [paper pile]#askbox answer [shirogane speaking]#askbox answer #ask answer [you received a message]#ask answer #trickstersshadow #/raven and Naoto talking on killing shido be like

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mitsukui · 3 years

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make it cream | g.w.

Pairing: George Weasley x female reader.

Summary: George finally tastes a bit of his own medicine ━ a sequel to ‘Good Girl’; if you still haven’t read it, I highly recommend you doing it so, because it’ll make so much more sense! (PART 1! + PART 3!)

Word Count: 2,5k (I know this got a little bit long, but take it as a ‘thank you’ present!)

Warnings: smut! Oral sex (male receiving), masturbation (male receiving), dirty talk, edging, cum play, daddy kink, degratation kink.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: the amount of support I got from ‘Good Girl’ was insane, you guys! I could never express how grateful I truly am for each and every one of you. Thank you for all the likes, the reblogs, the messages. I hope you enjoy this sequel as much as you enjoyed the first part. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention! ♡

@gecrgesweasley thank you so much for giving me permission to use your idea somehow! ✨

Masterlist!

You had grown a bit tired of it. Enough was enough. It was not like you were unhappy with it; most times, you actually enjoyed it enormously. But now, every single time was the same.

It was high time you dominated George Weasley.

The sensations you felt that night still lurked in your body. Images of his big hands lashing out onto your skin still burned in the back of your mind. The warmth of his saliva on your tongue could still be felt whenever you pressed it against the roof of your mouth. Your legs still trembled slightly when you thought of the overstimulation he put you through after he had fucked your face mercilessly.

That night had been the first of many. Before it, you had never had any complaints about your sex life with your boyfriend. He had always shown himself as a caring and thoughtful partner. But you had been relentlessly suspicious of something within him fighting to make its way to the light.

George’s façade concealed how ravenous he truly was in bed.

And his dominating ways had awoken something in you.

You caught yourself wondering during lunch breaks whether you could make him come undone only with your hands. You visited muggle sex shops after work frequently. You spent long, extra minutes in the shower, pleasuring yourself over the thought of degrading him, exactly like he had done to you so many times before.

All you needed was an opportunity, since you already felt confident enough to try a few things on him. All you needed was an opportunity. And, apparently, all the planets aligned on a Saturday night to lend you a helping hand with that.

As usual, he had decided to work on a few things for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes in the comfort of his flat, where you tended to spend your weekends at. Midnight was slowly approaching, but he was still going over some numbers and projects he had planned with Fred.

You found him in the kitchen, leaning towards the small squared table. He was still in his uniform, and numerous parchments were spread across the place he was working at. One of his hands supported his chin while the other was used to fiercely scribble new considerations about previously discussed topics.

It was funny how he could turn you on doing the most ridiculous things, such as working. George was a very intelligent man, and whenever he poured his brain out into something, you could feel your knees buckling. The way he would share his and Fred’s projects with you without exception was quite cute, too.

But tonight was not about being cute. Tonight was about torturing him and making him beg.

“It’s late. Almost midnight. Let’s go to bed.” Your voice brought him back to reality, and he offered you a weary smile. In your eyes, the way he threw himself into his passions was beautiful; but, once again, you found yourself secretly desiring to help him relieve all of the stress that existed in his body.

“I’m not tired.” He said in a low voice. “And if I don’t have this ready by tomorrow, Fred is gonna kill me.” As he chuckled, he shook his head to himself.

“Well, he’s not anywhere to be seen here, is he?” You raised your eyebrows playfully. A big difference between the twins was that Fred knew how to disconnect from work when their shift was over. But George was different. He used to go for that extra mile quite often. And to you, that was beautiful, too. “And I know you’re tired. You know I know you like the back of my hand, right?”

You both stared at each other for a little while in silence before laughing softly. He gave up on pretending he was not tired, because deep down inside he knew you were right, and let his body to sink into the chair. His slender fingers loosened his dark amber tie, and your heart instantly skipped a beat.

“If you don’t want to go to bed, just let me do something for you, then.” You suddenly spat out, unable to control your excitement. The universe was right there, offering you a chance to do what you had been dreaming of for a few weeks. “Please.”

“Damn, princess. You know I go crazy when you beg for something.”

Your teeth were pressed gently onto your lower lip right after you whispered a second plead, and your eyes gained a new devious sparkle to them. The heat between you two was soon to elevate, just like that first night.

George spread his legs a bit and patted his muscular thighs, wordlessly telling you to sit on his lap, which you eagerly complied. You wasted no time in settling your body onto his, and pecking his thin lips once.

You reached out for both of his hands, and you swallowed hard at how big they looked when compared to yours, arousal starting to build up in your loins.

Looking intensely at his eyes, you placed one of his hands around your neck. He was fast to give your skin a delicate squeeze but, somehow, you craved for more. So you took his other hand to your lips.

They wrapped around two of his fingers, and your tongue ran over his skin. His exhaustion made his body more sensible than it usually was, and you felt pleased with yourself as soon as he threw his head back. Husky groans began to leave his lips when you started sucking on his fingers hungrily. You hollowed your cheeks, already moving your head up and down and rocking your hips against his body.

You could feel he was about to switch from groans to real moans, but things could not be that easy for him. You pulled his hand away from his mouth, a string of your saliva still connecting him to you. He sighed heavily due to the frustration that now took over his body.

“You are such a little whore.” He was panting slightly as his eyes fell upon you once again, and there was a light flush on his skin. “Daddy needs to teach you a lesson. Good girls always finish what they started. Open your mouth.”

“No.”

A flash of disbelief splashed across his face and it was almost as if the world had stopped for one or two seconds. He was unsure whether he heard you correctly.

His hands got a grip on your hips, his fingers pressing down onto the soft skin hard enough to leave some bruises there. “I said ‘open your mouth’, princess.”

“And I said ‘no’, Daddy.” A smirk appeared on your lips, adrenaline rushing through your veins faster than blood itself. You tilted your head to the side, and used your fingers to play with his tie and the collar of his shirt. “I’m not taking any orders tonight, Daddy. I’m calling the shots, for a change.”

After that, it did not take long until he was completely undressed in front of you, his hands tied to the back of the chair with his own tie, and his hard cock sprung free, laid on his stomach.

You had barely started teasing him, but he was already whimpering for some mercy. His eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed, and he felt like bursting into tears any moment now.

It was fun to be dominated instead of dominating, but it was something he was not used to. He did not know how to control his own instincts that well, and he was suffering. His desire was to cum all over your hands, but you said he could only do that when you allowed him to. Painting your entire body with his own seed was something he loved doing, but being unable to do it whenever he wanted to was causing tiny excruciating fireworks to explode inside his chest.

Your lips brushed against his left thigh, pampering the freckle-stained area with soft and small kisses. You eyed him while making your way up through his body, your mouth soon reaching his crotch for the first time that night.

He felt the warmth of your lips touching his cock ever so slightly, and returned to whimpering. A delicious wave of desire crashed within your body when you tasted the precum that leaked from his tip. However, you allowed your mouth to be restrained to that area only.

George attempted to buck his hips up to thrust into your mouth, but you immediately leaned back. “Now, don’t be a bad boy, Daddy.” The tip of his cock received a new substitute for pleasure without warning: your fingers.

Loud cries echoed in the kitchen as you ran your fingertips gently over his reddened tip. You were deeply mesmerized by his reactions, yet you wanted more.

“Would you like me to suck your dick, Daddy?” You purred, your voice dripping in lust and excitement over your recently discovered dominance. He nodded vehemently. “Would you like to feel my wet and warm tongue running up and down your shaft?”

Those filthy words were leaving your lips easily, and your nails were scratching his skin lightly. “Can you imagine receiving a sloppy blowjob, Daddy? Tears running down my face as your thick dick hits the back of my throat.” You wrapped your hand around him, and pumped him up and down a few times, your pace being terribly slow.

“My saliva getting mixed with your juices and, then, escaping my lips and dripping down my tits.” Your hand moved in a faster pace, but it was not fast enough for him. His chest started rising and falling, pleasure erupting in his body. “And, finally, your hot seed exploding in my mouth. Can you imagine that, Daddy?”

A giggle slipped out of your lips and went straight to his core. His cock twitched in your hand, and you pretended to be surprised. “Oh! You like that, Daddy?” Up until that moment, you had been enchanted by the sight of his tip disappearing and reappearing in your hands. But you finally looked up at him, and you swore you were in heaven.

George had his eyes closed, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. He was tirelessly trying to free his own hands. Even though his lips were apart and trying to say something, nothing was coming out of them.

“You know how much I love to have you in my mouth. You fill me up so well, Daddy! You are so thick, so big, and so veiny.” A little peck was laid on his tip, and his muscles tensed up as he tried again to be freed from the restrains on his wrists.

You finally put an end to his suffering and took all of him at once, his cock indeed hitting the back of your throat. You gagged and tears welled up to your eyes, but you persisted. Pushing your head even further down, you heard him moaning your name.

He was in sheer ecstasy. You carried on sucking him hungrily, and his needy whimpers did not cease. There was something about the way your bodies connected: he fit perfectly into your mouth, and he felt your touch could work wonders on him. Among so many lustful feelings and thoughts, he realized he was hopelessly in love with you.

“I-I’m close, princess.” His back arched a bit, and he groaned loudly. “Don’t stop.”

But you did. You stopped without thinking twice. And he cried out loud, frustration coloring his veins again. George tried to form coherent sentences to express his discontent, but it was difficult to think straight.

“You’re pathetic, Daddy. What do you think people would say if they saw you like that?” His thighs were splattered with delicate kisses like before. His breath was uneven, and he cleared his throat. Your words resonated through your surroundings, but he did not feel embarrassed at all. In fact, he was enjoying this far more than he expected.

“I reckon you are a whore. My whore, Daddy.”

Your fingers danced against his wet tip repeatedly while your other hand gently cupped his balls. His legs trembled violently due to the extra pressure you put onto his sensible tip. He warned you he was close to releasing one more time, but you stopped your movements again.

Your boyfriend mewled shamelessly, sounding like a desperate kitten. It was the second time you were edging him after a long session of teasing, and you could tell he was aching. The veins in his cock were prominent, and his tip was now taken by a dark reddish shade.

“All you have to do is beg, Daddy. I know you can do it.”

“P-Please, princess. Let me cum. I don’t know if I can take it anymore.” The tiredness he had endured all this time became evident on his voice, and you almost felt sorry for him.

He was a hot mess. Sweat dripped from his face, strength no longer existed within him to fight against the wrists restrains, and agony was the only visible feeling on his handsome face.

With a fond smile on your lips, you ordered him to cum for his princess as you pumped his cock in your hands for the last time. When he warned you about his release being close, you let go of his big shaft and watched it as it landed on his stomach.

You whispered dirty nothings as your hands ran up and down his body, and it did not take long for him to feel his orgasm being expelled from his tip. Thick strings of his seed covered the skin on his own stomach.

That was a sight to be proud of.

You moved your body closer to his, at last removing your knees from the cold kitchen floor. Trying to soothe him a bit more, you used your hands to caress the sides of his body that still trembled slightly. Without warning, your tongue collected all of his cum into your mouth. He felt your tongue running up and down, side to side, over his abs, and his torso jolted in overstimulation.

His taste was amazing to you, and you felt incredibly close to him by doing that. You, then, realized you were hopelessly in love with him as well.

With a tad of effort, you finally stood up properly. Your intimate moment had taken its toll on you, too. Knees were sore, legs were weak, and throat was slightly sore.

You leaned down towards his face, and his eyes confessed he could not take any more bit of teasing. Your thumbs stroked his cheek bones, signaling it was really over now. But you still squished his cheeks gently, and his lips opened only for you.

His own cum was soon deposited in his mouth, and he moaned at the new sensation. You brushed your tongue against his lips and, once you were free to talk again, you did. Your voice came out like a hoarse murmur, but George thought it was incredibly sensual.

“Can you swallow it, Daddy?” Your fingers continued on caressing his skin and he nodded weakly, your eyes watching him swallow his own release. “You’re such a good boy.”

“I’m going to fucking destroy you next time, princess.”

“Bring it on, Daddy.”

#george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley smut #george weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter smut #smut #🌼 — personal: writings

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Twisted rules

If you break any of the rules... Off with Your Head!

Limit of 15 orders, 5 scenarios; 5 Mirror Revelation and 5 headcanons;

In the case of headcanon or scenario, specify whether you want a scenario or headcanon or if you will give me the right to choose between one of the two;

Specify the type of reader (gender neutral, female, male);

I accept requests about any sexual orientation, just ask you to specify as much detail as possible;

Limit 3 characters per headcanon and 1 per scenario;

I am not going to write by “group of students” and if requested it must be written telling me to choose which students I can host a tea party;

Be minimally specific when ordering;

I only write Character X Reader;

I will write in three languages: Portuguese (Brazil); English and Spanish (universal);

I accept SFW / NSFW (scenarios and headcanons);

I will write non-NSFW homosexual content;

All kinds of themes are welcome (anguish, fluff, etc.);

NSFW content only for canonically legal characters;

No teacher and student relationship requests in a romantic sense;

For teachers it will be in a Platonic way or the reader will be part of the staff of Night Raven;

I will not accept Ortho x reader requests in a romantic sense;

No hate and spam, please! I'm a hobby writer and this is a sideblog, so be understandable and don't be toxic with charges about when I will take orders.

Mirror Revelation

It is basically the designation for which dorm you would be chosen by the Mirror of Darkness at Night Raven College (match ups with characters not included);

Send by askbox;

Anonymous request will not be accepted (otherwise it will be refused);

Be as specific as possible in every detail, especially in personality!

Other details that are welcome: personality (as detailed as possible); sexual orientation (in case of bisexuality say the gender trend / preference); some hobby or something you think you are good at (drawing, martial arts), etc.

Not NSFW;

Without OCs (at least in the beginning, I want to see how the blog progresses first);

I accept all kinds of sexual orientations;

Unlike my regular requests I will write in English (unless you decide to specify in which of the three languages I write you prefer me to answer);

Any questions please contact me.

Events

On special occasions I will hold events;

Each event can be based on some of the main rules and having special rules;

Match up with characters will be exclusive to events;

To avoid disagreements please respect the rules of the events.

❗I can give myself the right of refusal for any order that violates any of the rules of any of the order modalities that I accept❗

P.S: If by any chance there is a requested and unanswered request, most likely I did not receive it and I am exempt from any technical problem regardless of the causes of non-receipt of orders. P.S 2: Questions about my OC are welcome.

Stay tuned for announcements about the opening and closing of the ask box for requests and events, but always open for friendly conversations.

For now these are the rules and as the need arises I will update the rules.

Limite de 15 pedidos, 5 cenários; 5 Revelação do Espelho e 5 headcanons;

No caso de headcanon ou cenário especifique se deseja cenário ou headcanon ou se me dará o direito de escolher entre um dos dois;

Especifique o tipo de leitor (gênero neutro, feminino, masculino);

Aceito pedidos sobre qualquer orientação sexual, apenas peço que especifique o mais detalhadamente possível;

Limite de 3 personagens por headcanon e 1 por cenário;

Não vou escrever por “grupo de estudantes” e caso solicitado deve estar escrito dizendo para que eu escolha quais estudantes eu possa oferecer uma festa do chá;

Seja minimamente específico no pedido;

Apenas escrevo Personagem X Leitor;

Escreverei em três idiomas: Português (Brasil); Inglês e Espanhol (universal);

Aceito SFW / NSFW (cenários e headcanons);

Escreverei conteúdo homossexual não NSFW;

Todos os tipos de tema são bem-vindos (angústia, fluff, etc);

Conteúdo NSFW apenas para personagens canonicamente maiores de idade;

Sem pedidos de relação de Professor e Aluno em um sentido romântico;

Para professores será em um sentido platônico ou o leitor será parte dos funcionários de Night Raven;

Não aceitarei pedidos Ortho x leitor em sentido romantico;

Sem ódio e spam, por favor! Sou uma escritora por hobby e este é um sideblog, então seja compreensível e não seja toxico com cobranças sobre quando irei atender pedidos.

Revelação do Espelho

É basicamente a designação para qual dormitório você seria escolhido pelo Espelho das Trevas em Night Raven College (match ups com personagens não incluso);

Envie por askbox;

Não será aceito pedido anônimo (caso contrário será recusado);

Seja o mais específico possível em cada detalhe, principalmente em personalidade!

Outros detalhes que são bem-vindos: personalidade (o mais detalhado possível); orientação sexual (em caso de bissexualidade diga a tendência/preferência de gênero); algum passatempo ou algo em que você acha que seja bom (desenho, artes marciais), etc.

Não NSFW;

Sem OCs (ao menos no começo, quero primeiro ver como o blog avança);

Aceito todos os tipos de orientações sexuais;

Diferente dos meus pedidos regulares vou escrever em Inglês (a menos que você decide especificar em qual dos três idiomas em que eu escrevo você prefere que eu responda);

Dúvidas entre em contato comigo.

Eventos

Em ocasiões especiais vou realizar eventos;

Cada evento pode se basear em algumas das regras principais e tendo regras especiais;

Match up com personagens serão exclusivos de eventos;

Para evitar desentendimentos por favor respeite as regras dos eventos.

❗Poderei me dar o direito de recusa para qualquer pedido que viole qualquer uma das regras de qualquer uma das modalidades de pedidos que aceito❗

P.S: Se por acaso houver algum pedido requisitado e não respondido, o mais provável que não o recebi e me isento de qualquer problema técnico independentemente das causas do não recebimento de pedidos. P.S 2: Perguntas sobre meu OC são bem-vindas.

Fiquem atentos aos anúncios sobre a abertura e fechamento da ask box para pedidos e eventos, mas sempre aberta para conversas amigáveis.

Por hora essas são as regras e a medida da necessidade eu irei atualizar as regras.

Límite de 15 pedidos, 5 escenarios; 5 Mirror Revelation y 5 headcanons;

En el caso de headcanon o escenario, especifique si desea un escenario o headcanon o si me dará el derecho de elegir entre uno de los dos;

Especifique el tipo de lector (género neutral, femenino, masculino);

Acepto solicitudes sobre cualquier orientación sexual, solo le pido que especifique tantos detalles como sea posible;

Límite de 3 caracteres por headcanon y 1 por escenario;

I am not going to write by “group of students” and if requested it must be written telling me to choose which students I can host a tea party;...

Sea mínimamente específico al hacer el pedido;

Solo escribo Character X Reader;

Escribiré en tres idiomas: portugués (Brasil); Inglés y español (universal);

Acepto SFW / NSFW (escenarios y headcanons);

Escribiré contenido homosexual no NSFW;

Todo tipo de temas son bienvenidos (angustia, pelusa, etc.);

Contenido NSFW solo para caracteres canónicamente legales;

No se solicitan relaciones entre maestros y alumnos en un sentido romántico;

Para los maestros será en un sentido platónico o el lector será parte del personal de Night Raven;

No aceptaré solicitudes de lectores Ortho x en un sentido romántico;

No odio y spam, por favor! Soy una escritora aficionado y esto es un blog secundario, así que sé comprensible y no seas tóxico con los cargos sobre cuándo tomaré los pedidos.

Espejo Revelación

Básicamente es la designación para el dormitorio en el que serías elegido por el Mirror of Darkness at Night Raven College (emparejamientos con personajes no incluidos);

Enviar por askbox;

Solicitud anónima no será aceptada (de lo contrario será rechazada);

¡Sea lo más específico posible en cada detalle, especialmente en la personalidad!

Otros detalles que son bienvenidos: personalidad (tan detallada como sea posible); orientación sexual (en caso de bisexualidad decir la tendencia / preferencia de género); algún pasatiempo o algo en lo que crees que eres bueno (dibujo, artes marciales), etc.

No NSFW;

Sin OC (al menos al principio, quiero ver cómo progresa el blog primero);

Acepto todo tipo de orientaciones sexuales;

A diferencia de mis solicitudes habituales, escribiré en inglés (a menos que decida especificar en cuál de los tres idiomas que escribo prefiere que responda);

Cualquier pregunta por favor contáctame.

Eventos

En ocasiones especiales haré eventos;

Cada evento puede basarse en algunas de las reglas principales y tener reglas especiales;

Emparejar con personajes será exclusivo para eventos;

Para evitar desacuerdos, respete las reglas de los eventos.

❗Puedo otorgarme el derecho de rechazar cualquier pedido que viole cualquiera de las reglas de cualquiera de las modalidades de pedido que acepto❗

P.S: si por casualidad hay una solicitud solicitada y no respondida, lo más probable es que no la haya recibido y estoy exento de cualquier problema técnico, independientemente de las causas de la no recepción de pedidos. PD 2: Preguntas sobre mi OC son bienvenidas.

Manténgase atento a los anuncios sobre la apertura y el cierre del cuadro de solicitud de solicitudes y eventos, pero siempre abierto para conversaciones amistosas.

Por ahora, estas son las reglas y, a medida que surja la necesidad, actualizaré las reglas.

#Twisted Paradise #Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x reader #Twisted Wonderland headcanons #Twisted Wonderland scenarios #Twisted Wonderland imagine #Twisted Wonderland x you #Twisted Wonderland x y/n #rules #twisted wonderland imagines #Hatter Cat's Paradise

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duker42 · 5 years

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Yayy! Your askbox is open! ❤ Can you write a fic where the reader loves Levi from the bottom of her heart, but she refuses to confess because she's afraid of his possible rejection so when she's sure he's at his office she'd leave quality tea leaves behind his door and goes to her room without letting Levi know it was her when he finds the tea bag. This process continues for a few times until the night before the RtS arc and after-

💜The Gift of Tea💜

Y/N was head over heals in love with the short, stoic and often times offensive Captain. There was just something about him that made her heart pound and her face to get hot when he turned those cold granite eyes on her. However she knew that she didn’t have a prayer of the reserved man returning her affections.

She had made her peace with the fact that her love was unrequited, and would always be, for she had no intentions of every telling the raven haired man how she felt. She knew that she would be rejected and that would just make the entire issue of working beside him daily a problem.

He hated the fan fair his fame brought. Detested the idea of people fawning over him for his strength and accomplishment on the battlefield. So the idea of Y/N caring for Levi on a personal level would just be swept aside like ill placed romanticized hero worship. Y/N knew that it wasn’t, she loved Levi for exactly who he was, but the man would never believe that.

Still, she tried to figure out a way to show him that someone cared for him in a way that he would appreciate. He was often a loner, retreating to his office unless he was in meetings with Erwin and Hanji or training with the Squad. He was also a simple man, having very little in the way of luxury that he allowed himself.

As Y/N spend her free day in the marketplace, she contemplated her options. There wasn’t much that she could thing of. The man loved cleaning and tea. Cleaning supplies didn’t appeal, so she decided to find some amazing tea. She wandered through the open air market until she found the stand she had been searching for. They had blends she had never heard of, the earthy smells of the dried leaves filled her senses and made her smile. She asked the merchant many questions, inquiring about the most precious blend of leaves he had. Something that would appeal to a black tea drinker.

Her purchases made, her purse was much lighter for the carrying. The tea had cost her a month’s wages, but would worth it if it would bright some joy into the somber man’s existence. Her plan was simple, she would leave the tea at his door anonymously, giving the Captain an opportunity to enjoy the gift without the worry of rejection.

She put her plan into action that night when she came back to the base. Slipping away from the Mess Hall, she set one of the small containers of loose tea leaves on the doorknob to his office, certain he would see the tin when he came back to burn the midnight oil.

The next day, she noticed that Captain Levi was observing the members of the Scouts very carefully as he sat at the superior’s table. She made sure to look away and grinned to herself as she resumed eating.

Delivering another report from Commander Erwin for the Captain’s signature, Y/N was discreetly asked about the gift.

“Cadet, did you see anyone lurking near my office last night?” He didn’t look up from the report as he casually asked.

Y/N feigned a perplexed look as she answered. “No sir, is something amiss?”

“No, here you go. Return these to Erwin.” He glanced at her as she saluted, waving her off and handing her the papers. Her back was turned as she grinned all the way to the door.

~~~~~

She continued the delivery of the small tins of tea, taking great pleasure in that the Captain had enjoyed the small gifts she left for him. He had pondered the intentions of the person several times, never coming up with the truth of her tokens of affection.

The time had grown near. The mission to reclaim Wall Maria was fast approaching. The tension within the walls of HeadQuarters grew as the plans were finalized. Levi had already briefed his Squad on what was to come, as protecting Eren was their primary objective.

Y/N knew that when the details were given, many lives would be lost in the battle for humanity’s fate. As she sat in the Mess Hall, listening to Erwin explain the Titan serum injection that would be held by Levi, her stomach dropped. It was going to be even worse than their most devastating expedition. In those moments, listening to Erwin’s deep voice, Y/N knew that she wasn’t going to come home from Shiganshina.

~~~~~

Levi was sitting against a wall, his arms propped on his knees, in the alley when Y/N found him. He seemed intently listening to the conversation on the street behind him. She stood back, not interrupting him as the animated conversation interested him.

When the people on the street moved on, Levi picked up his mug of ale and took a sip and looked down the dark alleyway. “Come on out, Y/N.”

She emerged from the shadows and walked to him, looking down at him when she stopped at his feet. “I’ve a favor to ask you, Captain.”

Tired eyes looked up at her as he took another swig of ale. “What?”

She crouched down in front of him and reached beneath her shirt. Sharp eyes watched her movement as she pulled a beautiful necklace from where it rested on her chest. It was a beautifully delicate chain of precious gold, intricate knots crafted at perfectly positioned intervals. The disc in the center of the chain was the embossed image of Saint Maria.

Taking the necklace off, she offered it to Levi. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he looked at the proffered item. “It was my mother’s. It was the last thing she gave me before she died.”

“So why are you handing it to me?” His curiosity evident in his question.

“I’m realistic. I’m not coming back from Shiganshina. I want you to keep it safe.” Understanding filled his eyes as he nodded once and lowered his head, allowing her to slip the necklace around his neck. The gold gleamed against the dark shirt he wore and the pale skin at his throat.

“You come get this from me when we get back, Y/N.”

~~~~~

Y/N trudged wearily down the hall to her destination. Her entire being ached. Not just her body, which was battered and bruised from the fierce battle, but her soul cried out in pain. Ten Scouts had returned to Wall Rose. Almost two hundred lay dead in and around Shiganshina, and ten were all that were sparred the finality of death. Commander Erwin had been lost, his life’s blood drained on a field where stones had been used as weapons against man and beast.

She knew that Levi had taken it the hardest. Having to choose between two comrades, one who had plucked him from the Underground was enough to make the strongest man falter. Still, he had remained stoic, but the dimness of his eyes told the tale of his grief. He had slipped away from the others after the debriefing, skulking away to mourn in private. Y/N wouldn’t let him grieve alone.

Knocking on the door, she heard the silence from within. She knew that he was in there, alone, in the dark with just his memories and self doubt for company. Pushing the door open, she found him sitting on his couch, elbows on his knees with his head hung down. His jet black hair covered the eyes she knew were clouded with pain. He always felt the loss of their comrades so deeply, even if he didn’t show it to others.

Slowly approaching, she sat down gingerly beside him and laid a warm hand on his forearm. He turned his head slightly and looked at the hand, then her eyes, his own screaming out the weariness and pain of the days results.

“Captain Levi, would you like me to make some tea?” The offer of companionship was extended, veiled in a chore.

He said nothing but nodded his head, unable to even voice his extreme thanks for the momentary relief he found at thinking of anything other than what was in his head.

Y/N returned quicker than he had imagined she would. The tray must have already been set up. She had known that he would accept, and prepared. A single thought shot across his mind. Had she been the one who had left the tins of tea?

She was the only one who seemed to accept his love of tea as just a natural part of his personality. Like the crass insulting demeanor fit in perfectly with the civilized nature of tea time. She interrupted his analytical thoughts into her behavior as she handed him cup and saucer.

Bringing the tea up, he inhaled deeply before gripping the cup with his fingers. The scent was one that he had grown extremely fond of before their last mission. It was the tea blend that he had been receiving from the mysterious benefactor. His narrowed eyes finds hers looking away, suddenly hesitant to meet his intense gaze.

Setting the tea down, he fingers the metal that has been around his neck. Warm from his skin, he pulls the chain off, and moves closer to Y/N.

“I believe this is yours.” He whispered, his hands moving to unfasten the clasp. He watched her carefully as his arms moved around her, noting the deepening color in her cheeks as she nibbled on the bottom of her lip.

He let his hands trace the chain, fingertips brushing her flushed skin as they came to hold the disc in the center of her chest. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Her confusion as his cryptic words was evident. Her eyes widened as he came closer, their noses almost touching. “Your gift of tea was appreciated. But I like the affection behind it more.”

He leaned forward and melded his mouth to hers. Letting the sweet taste of her fill his senses, he knew that while the past hurt, he could get used to the idea of a future with Y/N.

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